Jack promised Carl and Raylan that he'd stay in the bar until they figured out what to do about
the situation he'd run into outside, and he has no intention of breaking it. Besides, he's still pretty sore, and the bar's a much better place to recuperate than anywhere he can think of outside.
So Jack's sitting in a chair by the fire, sipping a beer. The swelling around his eye, jaw, and cheek have gone down, though they're still some pretty funky colours, and his movements when he gets up are still careful.
[ooc: off to bed, but open indefinitely!]